I get irritable sometimes. Actualmente, I get irritable a lot of times. Like when I’ve swept every hard surface in our home and within an hour, there is already a gritty sand on the floor that has been tracked in by little feet. Or when I have just sat down with my laptop to write and the battery needs charging because someone, who shall remain nameless but is INCREDIBLY handsome, has been using it. Or when I am trying so very hard to accomplish a task and my children actually want my attention. Pathetic, aren’t I? My pastor asked in one of his messages several months ago, “In ten years, will it matter?” In ten years, will it matter that…. …my floors are typically dirty and gritty? …there is pee all over the floor NEAR the toilet vs. IN the toilet? …that I can’t use my laptop on my lap in my living room? Pretty sure the answer is no. No way, José. Negatory. Not on your life. So, that’s been my little saying lately. When I sense irritability rising its ugly head, I try to ask, “In ten years will this matter?” 99 times out of 100, it won’t.